The Scheming Mother and Her Adorable Little Treasure

“When people transmigrate, they usually arrive alone. She, on the other hand, finds no handsome men gazing at her adoringly, but somehow ends up with a kid by her side. Everyone keeps asking whose child he is, and all she can do is gaze up at the sky and wail in despair: I really don’t know...

“Huh? This crown prince says the kid is his? How could that be? He hasn’t even grown up yet. How could the child be his? Her kid is already six!

“Then another prince shows up, claiming the child is his. That’s even more impossible! He’s way too handsome. How could someone like him get involved with a little weed like her?

“Wait... Now a refined and gentle cousin says he’s willing to take care of her and her child. She looks the so-called poor cousin up and down, then curls her lip in disdain. Kid, if you’re broke, don’t go around claiming other people’s children.

“She asks the kid, ‘Who’s your father?’

“The kid answers boldly, ‘Mom, what’s a dad? You can find a whole bunch of them on the street!’”